Erik is a 40-something (almost 50 now) former normalfag (although he always showed signs of being an Assburger) who used to work as a shop-manager for the Norwegian version of Wal-Mart. In 2003, he literally "overheard that he was followed by the mafia" at work, was diagnosed with paranoidpsychosis, fled to Liverpool and began a quest to "get his rights" (which rights exactly are unknown). This quest has led him to spend most of his time on his blog, documenting without exception his entire life on his blog, with tens of thousands of blog posts. Whenever he takes a poop, it gets published on the blog. Since entering the spotlight of the Internets in 2007, hardly a day has gone by without Erik posting at least ten new blog posts. Much of it is unfortunately written in Norwegian and therefore has a geographically limited lulz potential. However, for those who do understand Norwegian, his blog is a continuous source of drama, lulz and BAAAWing that makes Chris-chan seem sane and well-functioning. He also sometimes posts in English, usually when confronting the British Social Security authorities.

Erik's antics include getting thrown out by multiple landlords (for refusing to pay rent), threatening to kill the bailiff, speculating that virtually anyone he has ever met is involved with the mafia, accusing his grandmother of murder, trying to get his step-sister's marriage annulled, sending roughly 9000 police reports and even more complaints, posting very detailed descriptions of his past sexual encounters, oinking loudly in public places, figuring out that he is a royal while his step-sister is a Neanderthal, getting arrested several times, protesting against Bertelsmann by a German war-ship in Liverpool and escaping from a mental hospital. He remains convinced that he will soon be employed in a top executive job. He also obsesses about being "directly after Odin" and descended from all sorts of royalty, and claims to be a baron entitled to respect.

Being the most productive blogger in world history, Erik Ribsskog has become a cult figure on the Internets. Ribsskog has also become famous for a comic strip focusing on his family and a self-published six-volume autobiography of nearly 10,000 pages. In 2012, Erik was described by noted comedian Thomas Selzer on national television as "Norway's greatest blogger and possibly Norway's greatest author."

Born in 1970, Ribsskog seems to have had a traumatic childhood, claiming that his parents left him when he was 9 years old. His childhood stories frequently revolve around this event. In hindsight, Ribsskog relates most of his childhood memories to a large conspiracy, which involves everyone from his family to former Norwegian prime ministers, the NWO and the Illuminati.

In spite of his difficult childhood, Ribsskog appears to have been a functioning member of society up until a certain point of his life. He has served in the Norwegian Armed Forces and saw some success in his position as a supermarket manager in one of Norway's largest supermarket franchises.

Then one day while working as a store manager in Oslo, he overheard on the bus in 2003 that he was followed by the "mafian". This led him to flee the city, and eventually the country, and take up residence in Liverpool after surviving a murder attempt at his uncle's farm in 2005. He now supects most of his family and friends of being members of the Illuminati involved in a war against fair-haired people, and claims he was also used as a slave by a German company, Bertelsmann. He also claims the British police are threatening him with desmasculation, since they called him "Miss Erik Ribsskog" in a letter.

His blog includes all sorts of fond childhood memories, like his sexual debut (described in great detail, his sex partner later committed suicide), recollections of his evil granny who murdered his school principal and plotted against him, and recollections of being used as a slave by his father. Any person he's ever been in contact with is unwillingly blogged extensively about, and often accused of ties to the mafia/Illuminati.

After living in Liverpool for six years, Erik was evicted from his Leather Lane apartment under dramatic circumstances on 17 August 2011, and moved to Sunderland. This at first seemed to have had a positive effect on him, as he looked much more happy in recent pictures, he didn't RAGE and BAWWW as much on the blog, he didn't write as much about the mafia, and the number of complaints and police reports was reduced significally. However, with a record high number of almost 500 police reports sent in November 2011, it's safe to assume that he's back to his old self. Erik was since evicted from both university accomodation and a gay hostel in Sunderland, and is now back in Liverpool.

Ribsskog's mental illness has probably been latent ever since his horrible childhood, but it seems that there is one special event that triggered the full-fledged psychosis that is currently exposed on his blog. One seemingly ordinary day in 2003, Ribsskog overheard on his way to work that he was followed by an entity known only as the "mafian" (non-standard Norwegian for "the mafia"). Upon hearing this, Ribsskog promptly fled the country and took up residence in Sunderland where he was supposed to study Information Technology. He failed terribly at this, and has later worked for Arvato's Microsoft Product Activation Service, but left after having been subjected to their inhumane experiments.

He subsequently returned to Norway, but after surviving an alleged murder attempt at his uncle's farm in 2005, he fled to England once again and settled down in Liverpool, where he currently resides. In Liverpool, he also "overheard" that he was being used as a target-guy and "drone" by the police.

He spends his days as an unemployed, self-proclaimed asylum-seeker, bitching about how neither the English nor Norwegian authorities take his insane theories seriously. When not sending a million complaints to any and all government agencies, he applies for jobs, still firmly convinced that one day he will be employed in an executive position because of his vast experience in the consumer merchandise retail industry. He also enjoys taking over 9000 pictures of himself walking the streets of Liverpool or in the same corner of his god-forsaken apartment, as can be seen in this video.

The German company Bertelsmann, which allegedly used Erik as a slave. Erik once protested against Bertelsmann by a German war-ship in Liverpool.

Rimi, Norway's Wal-Mart, where Erik once worked as a manager. He has reported the owner/founder of the company to the police for various crimes, including attempted murder, and believes he is involved in a vendetta against him for quitting his Rimi job.

The Landlord (T.J. Thomas/Imperial Properties). Erik refuses to pay rent (despite receiving housing allowance, which he prefers to use to buy a dozen Internet domains and candy), and since 2009 they have threatened him with eviction.[2][3] In 2011, he bought an axe, and threatened to kill his landlord[4]. A few hours later, four policemen collected his axe[5].

Erik is "directly after Odin" (descended from Odin) and followed by the mafia at the same time. Here is a supporter (to the right) in Second Life wearing a "Directly after Odin" tag, and an opponent protesting against Erik.

[13:01] Waco Baxton: Odin is the Mythical god of ancient Scandinavia. Ruler of Asgard which contains Valhalla, the Great Hall. (Vikings Heaven). This nut, Erik Ribsskog, claims to be descended from the mythical Odin and wants Scandinavia to literally start paying him money for it! Of course they had him declared a ‘Nut Job’. So he’s decided to protest …in Second Life because of it.

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—Waco Baxton

Erik's hobby is genealogy, and he has discovered that he is "directly after [i.e., descended from] Odin", and that his grandmother's cousin's husband was a baron (Baron Adeler). He has consequently claimed the title Baron Adeler for himself, and has applied to the Norwegian authorities to change his name to Baron Erik Løvenbalk Ribsskog-Adeler. He speculates that he is persecuted by the authorities because he is heir to the title "Baron Adeler".

Erik has written hundreds of blog posts about one "Harry Wad" who allegedly has harrassed him all over the Internet. Most important of all, Harry Wad "knows what's going on," according to Erik. It has long been believed that "Harry Wad" is just an invention of Erik's psychosis and not the name of a real person.

Nephew Daniel dancing. He had to apologize time and again to his Nazi great-granny Ingeborg for being a negro

Needless to say, his family occupies a major place in Erik's Knausgård-inspired writings. Some of the most important literary characters in his novels are:

Rectangle-Pia (born 1971), his sister, prone to engage in love rectangles, who used to hang out in downtown Drammen to "look at the negroes passing by" (according to Erik)

Axel Nicolay Thomassen (born 1978), his brother and retard-turned-cook, who now appears to have changed his name in response to Erik's writings

Christell Humblen (born 1972), his stepsister, who is a promiscuous Neanderthal (according to Erik). She flashed her boobs in Erik's face when she was 16, the one and only time Erik ever saw a pair of boobs, which he still obsesses about in his mid 40s.

Christell's Neanderthal brothers Jan Snoghøj (born 1962) and Viggo Snoghøj (aka "Viggo Snowhill"). Viggo is a former gigolo (according to Erik) and looks, behaves and speaks like a true caveman. Jan earns a living as a quack and charlatan.

Haldis Humblen (born 1938), the primary occupant of the notorious "Haldis House" where much of the early action takes place, and where she lives with Erik's alcoholic father, the carpenter Arne Mogan Olsen, with her Neanderthal children from her two previous relationships and with Erik's sister Pia. Although Haldis strictly speaking doesn't live in a trailer (few people do in Norway), her household is a typical trailer trash household, with her partner being drunk most of the time, fast food being the only food eaten and the TV set being the only cultural and educational influence. Novelist stepson Erik has also provided a vivid account of her unusually vulgar way of serving beer in his books.

Aunt Ellen, the aging hippie

Uncle Martin (born 1955), a tramp, who once tricked Erik into visiting a psychologist who got it all wrong about Erik

Arne Mogan Olsen (born 1944), a carpenter and Erik's alcoholic father, who let him live alone from he was nine and who frequently called him while drunk until Erik started to ignore him completely and report him to the police when he called. According to Erik, "he can barely read and write, one must say."

Granny Ingeborg Ribsskog (1917–2009), a selfish and arrogant woman who killed his teacher in 1978 (according to Erik), who falsely claimed to be noble, who once inherited some worthless stuff from a very distant relative married to someone named Adeler (for which reason Erik now claims the title "Baron Adeler"), who obsessed until her death about a "silver mug" she wanted Erik to give her back, and who blamedErik for his sister giving birth to a negro. An outspoken Nazi, Granny Ingeborg also held the opinion that Jews did WTC, once ranting about how terrible it was to visit a Jewish family in Copenhagen in her youth in the 1830s 1930s.

Rahel Savoldelli, his amateur actress cousin and wannabe conceptual artist living in Berlin, who pretends not to speak Norwegian (despite being Norwegian) when talking to Erik. While her cousin Erik is a hugely successful and internationally famous conceptual artist, Rahel is a rather unknown artist trying to establish herself.

I don't know where you've got it from, that I have a habit of imaginating things.

This must have been something you have dreamt dear Reto.

Maybe your transvestite friend can help you with this, did I say something strange, when I sat in the back-seat of your car, with my sister Pia, in 1987, when you drove us from your mansion to aunt Ellen in Aesch?

A prolonged process of evicting Erik from his Leather Lane apartment in Liverpool (as he refused to pay rent even though he received housing benefit) started in early 2009, and apparently came to its conclusion on August 17, 2011, after numerous appeals, several hundred complaints, and innovative delay tactics on Erik's part. Erik's strategy was to barricade himself in his apartment, while live blogging the bailiff's attempt to evict him. Surprisingly, the bailiff apparently succeeded in evicting him, and so, Erik's last blog entry that day was a desperate cry for help as he realized the end was coming.

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I'm just going to by a new axe, and kill anyone who goes into my appartment or try to change the lock.

Please just stay away, the bailiff-stuff is going on my nerves a bit, so I hope you don't go here, since like I've now explained, it isn't possible for me to move now, even if thought properly through it, I think I have to say. Hope this is alright!

Could it be like in movies, I wonder, where the Police threaten people they're going to be raped in jail, by a big criminal.

Are the Northumbria Police using corporal punishment, and are they calling the manager Nel, (instead of me), to give him a chance of flirting with me?

I'm very heterosexual, but the manager Nel calls me 'dear' and when I talk to other managers in the office, he sneaks up behind me and tickles me when I turn around, to walk out of the office-door-area.

The hostel didn't give me a key to the enterance-door for weeks, and I had to knock and ring to get in, and then Nel stood in his boxer-shorts-like shorts and almost tried to humb my leg, I think.

The manager Nel is a big guy on around 120 kilos at least I think.

The Northumbria Police probably got me in to this hotel by chatting with the case-worker at the Sunderland Council, it seems to me.

Is this a place the Police place people they want to punish outside of the justice-system I'm wondering.

I also send a copy to the UN about this.

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It seems like the Police in the UK have a vendetta against me, to me, and place me in funny hostells were they are to friendly and to though.

Erik's ordeal would not end, however. On Friday the 13th of January 2012, he was also thrown out of the hostel:

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I was thrown out of Azalea Lodge, in Sunderland, yesterday, after I'd complained earlier this week, about that some electricians there, had been in my room, when I was at the food-shop, earlier this week, without any warning.

Erik found refuge in the Scandinavian Church in Liverpool for a couple of days, only to be evicted yet again on 18 January 2012, and sending yet another complaint. They even paid him £200 to leave, so he could stay at a hotel for a few days.

If I have the chance to take a young, attractive over-clas woman to Aiya Napa etc., then I don't look twice on Sarah Bamber who is horrible in meetings and very stale

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—Erik Ribsskog denies courting Jobcentre employee

In early 2014, Erik was arrested by the police in Liverpool several times, and in August 2014, he was convicted in Liverpool & Knowsley Magistrates' Court of harrassment and stalking of the Jobcentre employee Sarah Bamber. He shortly after fled back to Norway to avoid serving his sentence.

On 18 February 2015, police and an ambulance showed up on Erik's doorstep and brought him to Blakstad Mental Hospital, where he was involuntarily committed for psychiatric evaluation for three weeks. He then sent an enraged complaint to the Norwegian government.

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The University of Oslo has gotten me forcibly admitted to a mental asylum for three weeks now.

Immediately upon his release from the mental asylum, Erik fled the country, and later told his blog readers that he is now in Copenhagen:

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I've now moved to Copenhagen, after I ran from mental-hospital, in Norway, about a week ago.

But my relatives don't want to even meet me.

I can't live in Norway now, it seems, since some maniacs there says I'm insane, and want to force me to take medication, and survail me night and day in a mental-hospital that's almost like a prison, and put my head in to strange machines, etc.

After arriving in Copenhagen, he uploaded pictures from the mental hospital and of his escape to Denmark. Until the end of June 2015, he lived as a homeless bottle-collecting bum in Copenhagen, spending the night at a homeless shelter run by the Salvation Army.

On 3 April 2015, Erik was arrested by Danish police and held in custody for around 6 hours with a view to extradition to Norway and involuntary commitment to mental hospital, after Interpol had issued a "red notice" for his arrest at the request of Norwegian police. However, after a Danish physician rejected the documentation from Norwegian authorities, he was released from custody.

On 21 April 2015, Erik published documents which demonstrated that he following the psychiatric evaluation was ordered to be involuntarily committed to mental hospital and undergo treatment on an indefinite basis in Norway, as he is regarded as a "serious threat to the life and safety of other people," which explains why the police went to the trouble of requesting an Interpol arrest warrant against him. As doctors explained to him in Norway, he would be forced to take antipsychotic drugs.

Arrested in Copenhagen and sent back to mental hospital in Norway[edit]

On 25 June 2015, Erik was apprehended from the shelter in Copenhagen by four policemen and involuntarily committed to the psychiatric unit of Bispebjerg Hospital, where he remained for a little over a week. He was then sent back to Norway against his will and involuntarily committed to Blakstad Mental Hospital for the second time.

In late July 2017, Erik Ribsskog fled back to Liverpool, after inheriting a few thousand pounds from a distant relative. He then set up shop in The Lord Nelson Hotel in Liverpool and plans to resume his career as a jobseeker and candy salesman.

On Saturday 5 August 2017, around 22 p.m., Erik Ribsskog was arrested by three police constables. After 35 hours in custody, he was brought before a judge in Liverpool & Knowsley Magistrates Court and informed of his sentence from 2014. In his absence he had been sentenced to a penalty of over 1,000 pounds, to 100 hours of community service and to be on probation for a year and report weekly to a probation officer. In addition, he was informed that he would additionally be tried for his failure to appear in court in 2014.

Ribsskog has developed a very distinctive style of writing and uses many peculiar turns of phrase. He always, literally without exceptions, starts a new paragraph for each sentence. Additionally, he uses several standard phrases in any text he writes, including:

He also has an obsession that he is "directly after Odin" (meaning descended from). If someone makes fun of him on the Internet, he reports them to Merseyside Police for "breach of honour-crime" (a literal translation of the Norwegian term for libel).

I need to be careful when I lift things now, and when I walk, I have to concentrate. And I can't run.

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— Erik is convinced his health is good

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I'm a business-man, an academic, an IT-expert, a commerce & office, marketing and Information-management expert, I'm an infantry and home defence veteran from Norway, I've been in politics, in Norway, I'm an earlier shop manager, I'm a shooter

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—Erik Ribsskog is convinced he'll get a top job soon

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The constable told me that the reason that it had been around 20 fast food delivery-guys on my door, and that I had gotten a lot of 'dodgy' e-mails and phone-calls, was that I had ticket (sic!) some kind of box, on the internet. I have a degree in IT, and am quite sure that there is no such box, and that I haven't ticked it.

Now I have alerted people on johncons blog that I have overheard that I am followed by some 'mafia' and that I don't get my rights, for more than six years. It would have been smarter to just have stood outside the monkey cage in Kristiansand Zoo, (I think), and tried to alert the chimpanzees there, that I don't get my rights. Norway doesn't work as a country, I would say. This must be one of biggest scandals in world history, I would say.

Erik's autobiography, My Story (Norwegian title Min Bok, literally "my book"), published on his blog, is admittedly inspired by Karl Ove Knausgård's six-volume autobiography titled Min Kamp (Mein Kampf). Still, Erik's autobiography is evidently a lot better and more interesting. So far, Erik has made plans for three volumes, and completed the first, My Story Part 1 (1,600 pages). It is available on Scribd. Erik has also contactedsomemajorpublishers, so expect to find this book in a bookstore near you soon.